Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Pulled in Two Directions ❯ My Life is Mine ( Chapter 10 )

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"Great-grandfather," Varyx began. "In four thousand years' time, this entire realm is destroyed. Lady Julia had a vision and sent me into the future to seek help. There, I became allies with several demons." He shifted to motion towards Ken. "Ken Murata and Yuri Shibuya from planet Earth. Yuri is Earth's Representative. Beside him is Lord Wolfram from Drow Nestirix…a demon who clearly has dragon blood in him."

Anime/Manga: Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Romance / Drama / Adventure | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.15.2016 | Updated On: 01.14.2017 | Pages: 8 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 139 | Status: Work In Progress

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Chapter 10: My Life is Mine

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~~~~Drow Neztirix: Present Day~~~~

Raven looked on as his master stomped and paced furiously back and forth. He was certainly not acting like his usual composed and devious self.

"He said that the puny demon would be my replacement!" The Demon King ranted. "Me? Step down for someone as young as him? Just what are the kings of the Past even thinking!?"

"The boy has not even undergone the royal test…" Raven's voice trailed off when he saw the frustration on his master's face.

"He found the orb chamber. It opened for him," King Razden explained. "For his blood, just as it did with me."

"Nothing like this has ever happened before," Raven gasped.

"Yes, I am well aware of that." The Demon King growled. He made his way over to his glass pyramid and spun it. "Earth's Representative. Show me." He waited for a moment, but when nothing happened, he hissed and spun it once more. "The blonde, Wolfram. Show me!" When nothing appeared yet again, he let out a yell. "Just where are they!?"

~~~~Lugos Wimlos: 5000 Years Prior~~~~

As the group walked through the city, Varyx was quickly realizing that what they were looking at was not the same Lugos Wimlos that he had grown up in. In fact, the way some of the dragons were dressed in their demon forms, made him realize that the time frame was before he was even born. "This is strange…" He admitted outloud to his comrades. "I believe we are further in the past of Lugos Wimlos than I previously thought."

"Was Julia even alive this far back?" Ken questioned aloud.

The teal-haired man took a moment to figure out the time period. "If we go by what I am seeing, then I am afraid that she was not." Varyx confided. "We have no other choice than to speak with the current Kaziek Viceroy…my father's grandfather."

"This is just getting weirder and weirder." Yuri commented.

When the four of them reached the fortress, they were stopped by the guards. Varyx immediately stepped forward. "We have urgent business with the Viceroy. It involves the safety of all of Lugos Wimlos!"

"Unless you have a license, then you are not to pass." One of the guards stated dryly.

"You do not understand-!" Varyx began again only to be stopped by one of Wolfram's paws.

"Let them be, they are only performing their duties." The green-eyed dragon insisted. He urged the three to walk back in the direction from which they came. But, then he lowered his head to whisper. "Hold on," He said as he promptly grabbed Yuri with one paw and Ken and Varyx with the other.

"What are you doing?" Varyx questioned as the back of Ken's body was pressed against the front of his own.

"Seeking an audience!" Wolfram replied as he quickly bounded back towards the entrance and took off in a sharp flight right past the guards.

"Halt!" The guards called out, but Wolfram barged right on through the fortress.

"Sharp left!" Varyx guided him once they were inside. "Slow down towards the end of this hallway and make a right!"

A few moments later, the four of them burst through a set of double doors.

"I wish to relay urgent news to the Viceroy!" Varyx called out.

The three dragons in the room were in the middle of an audience with a blacksmith that lived on the edge of the city. They stopped addressing the blacksmith and glanced at one another before urging the dragon to go on his way.

"What urgent news do you speak of?" Viceroy Zoah Kaziek asked outloud. The young dragon was in his demon form. Though his eyes were a warm brown, his waist-length hair was the same aquamarine hue as Varyx's.

Varyx stood forward and gave him a formal vow. "My name is Varyx Kaziek, Viceroy Zoah." When he stood back up, he looked him dead in the eye. "And I am your great-grandson from the future."

The two dragons on either side of the Viceroy gasped. "Impossible!" One of them said.

"How can such a thing be true?" The other one questioned as his blue eyes narrowed and he gave the group a suspicious glare. He stared a little longer at Wolfram for a moment, a frown forming on his face. Why did that dragon look so familiar to him?

"Your young son is Krest Kaziek, my grandfather. His son will be named Lazor Kaziek, after your own father." Varyx stated quickly. "And I was born to a lovely dragoness named Luz and, after she passes away, my father remarries a demon woman named Julia…"

Viceroy Zoah raised his hand to stop him from saying more. "My son hasn't told anyone other than me that he would name any future son of his after this grandfather. I am listening."

The four of them visibly relaxed when the Viceroy believed them, some with sighs of relief. Wolfram, tired of being on all fours, settled down into a sitting position. Yuri gently leaned against the dragon's shoulder. Ken gave Varyx's shoulder a gentle squeeze of support.

"That is hardly fair!" Wolfram huffed. "I know not of my full heritage. My mother, Lady Cecilie-"

"Lady Cecilie?" The golden dragon to the Viceroy's left questioned. He immediately walked around the young white dragon to take in his features. "Do you not mean Cecilie, the Demon Queen?"

"She may have been the Demon Queen when I was a child, but the current Demon King is King Razden." Wolfram responded.

"How old are you now?" The golden dragon insisted.

"Eighty-two, if you must know." Wolfram replied.

"You're eighty-two?" Yuri balked.

"Honestly! Humans age differently than demons-" Wolfram began, only to be cut off by the golden dragon.

"And demons age differently than dragons." The golden dragon finished. His scales began to glow and, a moment later, a tall man stood before them. He had long, golden blonde hair that was braided down to the back of his knees. His eyes were a piercing blue. "My name is Bartolo Kaziek." He stated with a sharp bow. "It is a pleasure to meet you, my son."

"SON?" Wolfram shrieked.

The room fluttered into awkward silence.

"Please, change into your demon form so that I may at least shake your hand." Bartolo pleaded.

"I don't even know how!" The green-eyed dragon insisted with an impolite snort.

Yuri could tell that Wolfram was beyond nervous and irritated. He ran his hand along his companion's neck in a comforting manner. "When the Orb sent us here, Wolfram awoke in this form." He explained.

"You need to be in a calmer state of mind to begin with," Bartolo instructed. "Close your eyes and envision your demon form, along with the clothes that you usually wear."

Wolfram wanted to tell the man to go to hell with his orders, but since they both had the same goal in mind for the moment, he went along and closed his eyes. He felt a warmth rolling down all of his scales and into his heart and the rest of his body. When he opened his eyes once more, he was in his demon form once again. "Hmm, so it worked." As he turned to look at Yuri, a frowned formed on his face. "What is it? Why is your face so red?"

"Just look at what you're wearing!" Yuri pointed out as he motioned towards the white night gown Wolfram wore.

"In spite of how it looks, it's quite comfortable," Wolfram responded without a care. "Besides, I imagine that my formal clothes would have been more complicated to bring forth."

"Excellent instincts, my son," Bartolo replied with a rueful smile as he shook his hand.

"Did you know?" The green-eyed young man rounded on his father, his hand squeezing the older man's a bit tighter before letting go. "Did you know about me?"

The golden-haired man frowned. "No. If I had, I would have never allowed her to leave as she did, regardless of her kingdom and her older children."

An expression came across Wolfram's face. One that no one had ever seen before. It was a cross of pity, understanding, and sadness. "Her duties lied with the demon kingdom and her remaining family." He said. "Just as yours surely lie here, with your own family."

"You are part of that family." Bartolo countered.

"As true as that is, we are from future. Mother surely risked much to keep me alive and I can't even imagine what the consequences would have been had she told you I existed." Wolfram shook his head. "Therefore, I apologize for my mother…for her having not told you. But, I am grateful to have been brought up in the demon kingdom, grateful to be alive." He replied. "That isn't to say that I wouldn't have been happy here with you, father…but a child needs his mother the most, is that not so?"

The tall man took hold of the back of Wolfram's head and hugged the younger man to his wide chest. "Look at you…the pride of a demon and the pride of a dragon from head to foot." He mused through a tight throat. "It is a privilege just to have been able to meet you."

Varyx stared at Wolfram as if he had grown a second head. "In truth you are a Kaziek? My elder? We are related?" He questioned. "I do not understand…Julia's prophecy stated…"

"It is a half-blood you will protect. It is a half-blood you will love…And it is a half-blood that will save us all. You have to bring him to us!"

The violet-eyed man glanced around him as if seeing everyone for the first time. His gaze fell on Wolfram. A half-blood to protect? That made perfect sense, since Wolfram would be the only Kaziek alive in the future. His gaze fell on Ken. A half-blood to love? He hadn't truly allowed himself to think about it, but it was true…a part of him held a deep affection towards Ken Murata. His gaze finally fell on Yuri. A half-blood to save us all?

"Great-grandfather," Varyx called as he turned around.

Viceroy Zoah visibly winced at the title. "Forgive me. It will take a while for me to accustom to being called a grandfather, let alone a great-grandfather."

"We have no time to dwell on such things!" Varyx insisted. "I don't know as to what 'Destruction' Julia foretold of the Lugoz Wimlos of my time period. But, I do know that we need these three young men to aide us."

The Viceroy gave a solemn nod. "If this was foreseen by your Maiden Julia, then perhaps our own Maiden Ondine will be able to shed more light on this 'Destruction.'"

~~~~Drow Neztirix: Present Day~~~~

"Ulrike! Anissina!" King Razden growled as he stormed his way into the temple where the glass pyramid depicted the women to be. He was riled and frustrated in more ways than he ever wanted to admit. "Tell me what the Kings of the Past are plotting. Tell me right now!"

"My King, no one knows the true will of the Elders of the End." Ulrike tried to explain, but the demon king was not amused. She yelped as he tugged her head back harshly by tugging at her long, silvery hair. "My king!" She whimpered.

"King Razden, compose yourself!" Anissina hissed as she tugged the lady Ulrike away from his grasp. "We are your subjects, not your enemies."

"Is that so?" He scoffed sarcastically. "I already know that you were secretly tasked with protecting the Representative of Earth. Were you ever going to tell me that? And, as of mere moments ago, Shinou himself told me that he wants me to step down for the brat." He made a hasty motion with one of his arms slicing through the air. "I will be damned if I allow the Kings of the Past to dictate my every move, my life is MINE!"

As the king stormed his way out of the temple, Anissina let out a long sigh. "Is it possible to both love and hate the ruler of your country at the same time?"

"The Kings of the Past have so many plans for him…I worry, Anissina." Lady Ulrike admitted. "I'm worried that he will end up doing something rash."